Text: Hua Hua (written in an unknown past)
Figure: topit (if there is infringement, please contact me to delete the image)
Music: You can't see - Lin Liyao
Huge rays of light descend vertically from the sky.
I looked at the sky in a daze. Five-year-old. Fairytale blue sky.
The shadows are as intense as splashing ink under your feet, and they do not change in length over time.
So, in a trance, I felt that time had stopped. Stopped in the summer of the year I was five years old.
Shadows are like paint brushes on the ground. Motionless.
Suddenly wanted to find you. Accompany me to see this magical world.
Everything is messed up after you're gone.
We passed through one place after another called the past, and slowly, soft moss grew in our hearts.
Time melts here into a viscous fluid, mixed with dust, suspended low to a meter above the ground.
It flows slowly and dryly, like a thick and thick cumulonimbus cloud.
Thick and heavy rain.
They have thus been forgotten by me here, forgotten in the dead corners of practice and space, silent, enduring twelve years of rain and the covering of the years.
When I was a child, my mother said that each of us must bear enough rain to grow healthy and strong. Therefore, I have been accustomed to watching the crowd of people running in the streets when it rains again, quietly and slowly walking through the heavy rain, and my heart is filled with the same clear sadness as the huge rain.
We don't look like... Witnessed a quiet and lengthy funeral?
My inner, beloved, stubborn, surging despair.
It's already starting to sprout.
Countless dreams of their own, like a bard in the sun, do not need to be remembered, nor praised.
Not being understood, and not having to be looked at directly.
Using imagination and gorgeous poems, we construct a fictional and solid world.
How much can one person know about another?
Or is it that before you get to know others, you must first understand yourself.
you. Like a world like this?
But as the legend goes, something that feels great and distant, I don't dare touch it until I meet you.
Under the shadows.
Far from summer. It's far from the books. Far from the warm stories.
Death is in.
The universe has finally become what I like.
The warp and weft are clear and interwoven.
You are the most brilliant splendor I have ever seen in my life.
It's worth dying too.
Another splendid sunny day.
I turned to the side and saw the clouds surging outside the window, and my heart was full of beautiful worlds.
The heart is still beating strongly.
It's good to be alive.
If there are so many good times for us to waste, I am waiting for you here.
The madman of the second dimension